My name is Tom Douglas Sicks. I was 9 years of age in March of 1968 and I would like to express the fact that I was there with my parents that day March 16th in that Beverly Hills home to hear Dr. King speak for about half an hour. Didn't he sound tired and somewhat weary speaking? He knew his fate. Two and a half weeks later he was assassinated and all I can remember is the stone-cold silence pervading my home for the week from the 4th of April onwards. The national funeral service on the 9th is still the darkest day I have ever witnessed. I was not permitted to speak that day, just observe on the television, the sense of foreboding that all feared was to come to the United States....The country burned all Spring and Summer...
Terrible just terrible!!